I kid you not, I am happy. I am doing exactly what I want to be doing. I rise in the morning to antique. I plan and scheme where to go, whom to see, when to throw money. I envision every odd thing, put together, blending. I am playing with this ever evolving thing called style. My style.
My day is spent searching and loading and offloading.
I sleep with lists in my head. Spray. Dust. Powerwash. Place. Painted? Stained? What goes with what? It doesn't have to match. It just has to "go".
I, my friends, am happy.
If you don't hear from me much, I am busy being happy. And I sure do hope that you are, as well.
18 hours ago